Tag: Black History

History, in Black and White! 

Love in black and white, portrayed with embedded color, shades of the heart, painted in its eclectic hue. Of people, of places, of things, imprints upon the canvas of the heart. What’s etched, within the pages of history; of what was, of what is, of what makes a consequential impression. Black and white by design, colorful in kind, brushed with the breadth of love’s artistic sublime, revealed by history’s endearing intent. Varying perspective, monochrome perception; never opposing principle, in love lensed reciprocal. Its beautiful color residing, within the space between; heart and soul. Love’s illustration, paints a vivid image, when shades of gray leaves one’s crimson heart, feeling black and blue. Love’s subtle beauty, colored outside the lines, love nevertheless, if it leaves one’s heart impressionable. Pastel colors, with shades of black and white, may seem somewhat bombastic, yet deeply fantastic. Black and white, life and death, hopes and dreams; textured humanity. Likened to that of a lamp distinguishable, burning bright love’s inextinguishable worth. In blackened moments, illuminates fluorescent white. Love’s tapestry, in living color, never pixelated black and white, but texturized historical!

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Good vibes!

Smile Jamaica, don’t let everyone, or everything, steal your beauty, and your happiness. People will play, the games they play, but everything will be alright. Throw, all your troubles away, let nothing ever sway your soul. It’s your simplicity, the good vibes, that makes everyone come to stay. Fry up some fish, and some breadfruit for dinner. Don’t, ever let them tell you any different, you were born to be a winner. Out of many, one people. Cool runnings, what my heart wants to see. Every heartbeat, swaying to the riddim. Everybody, loving island style, with one love, one heart, as one family; good vibes felt all over. Independent hearts and minds, rocking to the Jamdown groove. Caribbean people, whether you’re in the gully or the trench, let your heart not be troubled. Though, many rivers to cross, it’s never sink or swim, but having the strength to persevere. Let every heart say, love, hold me in your arms, rock me in your embrace. Jamaica, dreams to come true, with the hope you have found. Just like an angel, whenever you need love, it will swoop in to be, your saving grace. So, put it up, up, up, jump up and wave, celebrate your independence. For your good, it ah turn, love is turning it around. Be like a tree, planted by the water, that won’t let your love be uprooted, because the roots go deep. Put on, some lovers rock, let the fragrance of island loving, hold you sweetly; independently, Good Vibes, every day!

Jamaican piece:

Big up, to all of the Jamaican massive, on WordPress. All my bredren and sistren, much respect. Make fi yuh love, sweet like sugga, let the sweetness tek ova. Yuh done know, bless the One, and let the blessings flow. Don’t worry, with the fussing and the fighting, the mix up, mix up. Let fi yuh light shine, lose interest for everything fleshly. Bredren, every day; kiss up pan fi yuh sweet island girl. Her love is like candy, but don’t say she ah fi yuh sweetie. Treat her, like a nubian queen!

Historical facts:

After more than 300 hundred years of British colonial rule, Jamaica gained independence on August 6, 1962. The road to independence was long and hard, but with prominent and instrumental figures such as, Sir Alexander Bustamante, and Norman Manley, Jamaica gained its freedom for self-governance. In Jamaica, this date is celebrated as Independence Day, a national holiday! I was born there, left at age six, and have been living in Canada since!

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In Loving Colors!

In the living, in being; how we thrive, not just survive. If, the heart was color blind, the mind would be open to see; love in a colored perspective. Love, could never be received, if the heart perceives, through a black and white lens. Love, paints the picture, the heart focuses the lens. Hearts are red, souls are blue; when I love you, doesn’t seem true. Black and white, through a tainted viewpoint, shades of gray. Every heart, needs to see, how they’re meant to be. The colors of love, what beautifies our humanity. The shape of our heart, irrelevant; to what needs to be seen. Love taking shape, the mind being shaped, by what the heart has become? Love, can never become a vibrant picture, the heart, neither a vivid portrayal, if painted black and white. A heart exposed, reveals. A mind closed, deceives. Love’s true beauty, has an intrinsic nature; living colors. Colorful birds, pretty little butterflies, colors in the wind. Love reaches, kindness preaches, history teaches. That a heart sees vividly, not in black and white, but in loving colors!

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Mama Africa!

Mama Africa’s lamp, a light that won’t be extinguished, it vanquishes the darkness. Her tapestry, woven into generations, the fabric tethered within a crimson yearning. Her beauty, displays her intrinsic nature. The breadth of her love, reaches, teaches, preaches, beseeches; live in freedom. Her history, transcends space, eclipses place, defines race; love giving chase. Political boundaries, measured in distance, not in the journey, and the lived experience. Beautiful are the feet, the heart’s willing to walk a mile. Her heartbeat, heard around the world, beating strong; valiantly. Her worth, can never be denied, should never be marginalized. Her existence, love’s divine expression of grace, her poetry in motion. Indifference, can never cast shade, on her shine. Don’t think, one day she will be somebody. Days long ago, everybody; wanted to be her. Her sweat, her tears; buttered the beard, sugared the tea. By design, her strength, wouldn’t capitulate. Her heart, able to endure the test of time. The depth of her love, like an endless river, cascading oceans deep. Within her beauty, her sight contemplated. The color of her love, painted with her vibrant texture. History, shades between black and white, but love, paints in profound colors. Can you see it, her as a vivid portrayal. In her heart, deep places, in her soul, an endearing creation. Her destiny, etched within the pages… of forevermore!

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Dreams Becoming!

She shipped away, my arms can’t hold her. She slipped out of sight, my eyes can’t see her. Pieces of her heart, slipped through the cracks. Time with her, slipped away forever. Walking her down the aisle, a hope that will never be. Getting to say I love you, one more time, slipped my lips, but won’t slip past my heart. Baby girl, you don’t, have to worry about a thing; my heart, is in a better place. She slipped away, but my heart, holds her love… close. She had dreams, for her we hoped, but one day, they slipped away. So therefore, my love will be the display, her dreams will live, through me!

MLK, had a dream, that one day; his hopes, would be realized, in living color. That every heart one day, the dream would be revealed, for history to reflect. We all have hopes, that one day; our dreams will be. Not in black and white, but in full HD (Human Decency), not through a tainted lens. We want to be heard, but do we truly stop to listen? Love, has a distinct sound, why every day; we need to give ourselves a heart check, one, two. Agree to disagree, a reflection of our humanity. Love’s heartfelt quality, sound like; hearts in harmony. What’s said, what needs to be believed. The ears receives, but the heart interprets. Without a vision, hopes perish. Without faith, dreams are squandered. Don’t, stomp on someone’s dreams, because you can’t see their vision. Even though, hopes die, dreams can live on. Dreams becoming, history revealing; what comes to be, through a vision of love!

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